One's act, one's profit
Marauder
Bloodletter
11-29-2020, 06:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-10-2021, 08:16 PM by Hanzō.)
Despite the fact he was welcome to come and go Hattori didn't make a habit of striding into the Armada's lands as though he owned the place. Even now the prospect seemed unspeakably foreign to him, a concept that made sense in theory but not in practice. Just as before he lingered at the border, polite and proper as he stood tall. No doubt his presence had already been noted, either by the watchful eyes in the sky or anyone who cared to scent the breeze. He was alone and comfortable with the solitude as his gaze roved over the long grass, had this visit taken place a few weeks ago he would have no doubt taken this as a chance to compare Ashen to the Armada. But the pack that stood behind him was far different than it had been weeks ago and under the Empress' and his own guidance much more would change still.
It was strange to put it this way, but now that Hattori thought about it this was a social call. Of sorts, or as close as he could get to one. He tipped his head back and let out a call for the Warlord, knowing full well he was likely already on his way. There were things he would like to discuss, it mattered little to him but he wondered whether this meeting would be a tad more civil than their last. Less baseless accusations and more mature conversation.
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